Pack it up, pack it inLet me beginI came to winBattle me that's a sinI won't take the slack upPunk you'd better back upTry and play the role and yo the whole crew will act upGet up, stand up, come on!Come on, throw your hands upIf you've got the feeling jump up, touch the ceilingMuggs lets the funk flow, someone's talking junk, yoI'll bust em in the eyeAnd then I'll take the punk's ho'Feelin' , funkin'Amps in the trunkAnd I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shopSure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the HillPlus my mom and my pops

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I came to get down (2x)So get out your seat and jump aroundJump around (3x)Jump up Jump up and get down.Jump (17x)

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroeIf your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoWord to your moms I came to drop bombsI got more rhymes than the bible's got psalmsAnd just like the Prodigal Son I've returnedAnyone stepping to me you'll get burnedCause I got lyrics but you ain't got noneIf you come to battle bring a shotgunBut if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the deathTryin' to step to me you'll take your last breathI gots the skill, come get your fillCause when I shoot THE GIFT, I shoot to kill

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I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the topI never eat a pig cause a pig is a copOr better yet a terminatorLike Arnold SchwarzeneggerTry'n to play me out like as if my name was SegaBut I ain't going out like no punk bitchGet used to one style hey yo I might switchIt up up and around, then buck buck you downPut out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the DeadI'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get yaSpitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya